Guardian Angels Saved My Life

We all have a support team in the unseen world of subtle energy. They will come to our aid if we ask for it and are in true need of help.

Are you a skeptic? I am. I’ve met a considerable number of false prophets, people unable to walk their talk. My favorite charlatan was a self-proclaimed breatharian, ingesting air and water only. I found him eating a Snickers candy bar behind a dumpster. A healthy dose of skepticism is a vital tool in life navigation.

And yet, my journey has been filled with ‘non-ordinary’ events, from childhood to the present. I can’t deny these extraordinary moments, incredible as they may seem to others.

Subtle energy sensations and dynamics occur more frequently and increase in strength when they are recognized. Highly Sensitive People are tuning in to subtle frequencies on an ongoing basis. If you’re reading this, you’re one of them.

A greater vastness than our self exists and is expressing continuously. It even dictates our subconscious choices at times. Doesn’t it make sense to explore it?

Call it the development of intuition if you wish. An inner knowing and trusting in one’s voice. Waking up to a broader way of being and the humorous understanding that we don’t know the half of what’s taking place.

Admitting we’re clueless is a liberation in itself.

Touched by Angels

A buddy and I were traveling through Costa Rica on the way to South America in 1976. We decided to explore the Caribbean coast and landed in a small village named Cahuita.

We were road seasoned after nine months of moving overland through Mexico and Central America, in addition to our previous solo travels. The first thing we did in a new place was to inquire with locals about where to stay and what to see. They never led us wrong.

We ended up renting a room from Wagner, a dude in his mid-twenties like ourselves. He told an enchanting story of a golden river flowing into the sea a mile down the beach and suggested we check it out.

He also strongly cautioned us about unpredictable weather patterns springing out of nowhere, creating great danger on the beach.

The beaches were steeply slanted and deceptive. Coral reefs laid hidden directly beneath the cresting surf. Waves could suck you under and imprison you in the coral below, a sure drowning.

He ended his sober warning, informing us a Hawaiian surfer had drowned two weeks ago in a stealth storm. His body was never recovered.

It was a calm, piercingly blue sky morning when we set out, choosing to walk on even ground under coconut groves abutting the beach. We found the river, swam, ate our picnic lunches and were enjoying the pristine environment when a strong wind suddenly kicked up, sending palm fronds dancing. Clicking out their code. Go Go!

Heeding Wagner’s advice, we immediately headed back to the village. The wind gathered force at an astonishing pace and forced us out of the groves as coconuts became missiles, smashing the ground randomly and wildly.

We had been running and stopping at each new beach to time waves. They were now surging violently on the last beach to be crossed before reaching the village. Gales of wind were tossing massive logs and sea debris onto the sand with formidable slams and collisions.

An enormous seventh wave pummeled the sand. I waited a moment then leapt into a sprint to safety on the other side. A rogue wave threw off our calculations. It swooped directly over my head, slamming my body down flat as a matchstick and pinning me between two large rolling logs.

A succession of waves assaulted me as I struggled for a breath, choking on saltwater instead. Relentless waves dragged my imprisoned body closer to the breaking surf and coral reefs. I couldn’t gain traction or even begin to stand upright. Each wave became fiercer, rolling me closer to the hungry sea.

Karen was frantically yelling but the intense wind and whoosh of water in my ears carried her words away. Each time my struggles gained me a second of breath, a subsequent wave dragged me closer to extinction.

I did the only thing I could do. I called for HELP.

One simple word sent out with every ounce of life force I had. Help came immediately.

The sensation I felt was one of many hands underneath my body, lifting me straight up into the air horizontally. I was levitating, for the briefest of seconds, before being placed upright between the churning logs.

Karen witnessed this moment of levitation as she was running forward. I was erect and had almost leapt free of the logs. My left ankle, however, had been caught between them in the surging wave. I felt my bone twist, pulverized by the forceful impact.

Karen reached my side and grabbed my waist. We were two fit and strong women after schlepping backpacks everywhere, camping on beaches and walking miles every day. We continued to jog through the last hurdles as she took on the bulk of my weight, reducing pressure on my left leg.

In this manner we entered the village, gaining attention from all. Someone informed Wagner of our demise and he came galloping down the sandy street on his mule. A sight to be seen, even in my sorry state.

My slim ankle was swollen to the size of my knee and my calf had already turned a sickly shade of blue-green down to my foot, now bursting to the point I thought my skin would crack open.

Wagner told me to lie down on his living room floor and I did so with their combined assistance. Adrenaline coursing through my body had staved off a shock. Now that I knew I would survive, the pain and body trauma threatened to overcome me.

Wagner went to his kitchen and grabbed a bag of salt. He knelt beside me and told me I had to trust him. There was no clinic or hospital available, not even a medical worker around. The locals had their own remedies and treatments for ailments. I was going to experience one out of sheer necessity.

Karen and I watched in horrid fascination as Wagner carried the bag of salt to the lime tree in his yard. He pinched off three limes from the tree, cut them in half and began chanting something in a patois we couldn’t understand. He threw each lime half over both his shoulders then sprinkled salt in a circle. All while petitioning unseen forces. I could see my nurse mother’s eyeballs rolling from afar.

I began shaking as Karen and I whispered about what she had seen and I had experienced. My moment of levitation. If she had not been behind me I would’ve thought it was a figment of my imagination. We were in an altered state of wonder, concerned for my welfare and still vibrating intensely from experiencing Direct Source energy.

Wagner came back inside and retrieved a jar of salve smelling strongly of Eucalyptus. The wind was howling and the front door shaking as rain pelted the roof in a rage. The sea had lost her meal. Kneeling on the floor, he began to slowly, very tenderly, apply the salve to my injury.

The sensation of touch was unbearable. It took my breath away until I let it out in a series of sobs.

Wagner gave me instructions while he continued to lightly massage my calf and foot. He showed me the motions I could do myself after his treatment. He was moving ‘bad blood’, routing it upward, back to my heart from my ankle and calf. My foot, however, was rubbed in the opposite direction, toward my toes.

He told me it would take several weeks to coax the deep bruise to skin level and my toes would eventually turn black in the final stage of healing. They did. He confirmed my bone was soft to the touch, a bad injury.

As a grand finale, Wagner wrapped my ankle in an Ace bandage, helped me up and told us to take a walk. The storm had abated and the weather turned unnaturally calm.

I felt awake in a lucid dream as Karen and I walked slowly down the village main street. No support, Wagner insisted. I had to do it on my own. Aunties and Grannies were on their porches, waving and doling out encouraging nods.

Instead of crumbling under the weight of my body, my left foot began to gather strength and flexibility as I moved. I became too amazed at this surprising outcome to remember my pain.

We returned to Wagners and I spent the next hour working very gently and steadily in the way I was shown. Wagner watched with approval and assured me if I did the massage every day, I would recover rapidly.

At that moment, I realized multiple divine forces had been involved. One arrived from the fields of light. The others were embodied as humans named Karen and Wagner.

Karen and I left Cahuita the next day, heading for the Pacific Ocean and a beach where I could heal. Wagner was right in all his predictions. After three weeks of massaging my leg and foot several times a day, I was running barefoot five miles on the beach every day. My ankle bone felt as sure and firm as before.

One might ask if Guardian Angels were able to levitate and rescue me, then why did they stand back while my ankle underwent a debilitating blow? I can readily answer that question. This profoundly moving experience led me to a career, tailored to who I was at my core.

When I returned to the U.S. a year and a half later, I entered a year-long course at a massage school and became a licensed practitioner. It was only the beginning of pursuing my passion for anatomy and physiology, as well as exploring many lesser-known, alternative modalities. Foot reflexology, craniosacral, acupressure, shiatsu, medicinal herbs, aromatherapy, Feldenkrais, Yoga and many other healing systems were steadily integrated into my work and teaching.

At least ten clients limped into my office with an injury similar to mine over the years. Trust was easier to establish after sharing my story. Working together, clients experienced the same type of healing pattern I underwent. None of this would’ve happened if my ankle had not been injured.

Dramatic rescues aside, the true Angelic blessing was believing and trusting in my own experience. I walked more surely on the path of unseen energy, bravely opening doors as I found them. What I previously thought was impossible, turned into a realization anything was possible. Maybe not plausible or likely, but possible, yes.

Some of us are losing hope in our strange, new world. Hope there will indeed be a better tomorrow. Our faith in ourselves and others is being tested on a grand scale. It’s easy to become dispirited by the ongoing, relentless waves of illness, unemployment, homeless folk and scores of others affected by world restrictions.

There is no lockdown in our consciousness, however, other than the ones we create ourselves. There comes a time when we simply have to start believing in ourselves.

In the worst or best of times, know your invisible support team is available to assist you, but you must meet them in the middle. If I had not called for help, would it have arrived? Hard to say.

If you feel lost or in despair, ask for help from your team. They are there, waiting for your appeal. New ways of being will unfold and life as you’ve known it will begin to shapeshift before your very eyes.

Do not judge the way your Angels shows up. There is a greater plan than you may be aware of, as was evident in my case.

If these trying times are good for anything, it’s for revealing the grace taking place in our daily lives. Choose to feel it. Subtle energy can be your tracker, leading you to the new game and feeding your spirit.

I’ve been touched by Light, a sacred experience we are all capable of having. Many of us have undergone it, without knowing what passed. Trust the possibility, if nothing else.